ShadowsIn these dark days onlyelectric shadows are patterningwalls and wet streets.The dog and her collar lit upwalk through dripping branches,slushy grass and there is suddenlyanother dog enthusiasticallyeyed up by mine chargingforward crouching to invite play.They sniff turn decide to ignoreeach other. I take my handout of a snug pocket to pet her butshe impatiently runs on towards the shadow of a squirrel.